Hymn 432 - The Touch of His Hand on Mine

There are days so dark that I seek in vain

For the face of my Friend divine;

But though darkness hide, He is there to guide

By the touch of His hand on mine.

There are times, when tired of the toilsome road,

That for ways of the world I pine;

But He draws me back to the upward track

By the touch of His hand on mine.

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!

There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,

In the touch of His hand on mine.

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!

There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,

In the touch of His hand on mine.

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Oh, the touch of His hand on mine,

Oh, the touch of His hand on mine!

There is grace and pow’r, in the trying hour,

In the touch of His hand on mine.